Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lordz

C'mon

The Thug in this bitch
Get up... salute nigga, 21 salute holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Niggaz that ride or die for their coast,
Yeah, put ya to the street
Put ya head to the nigga, holla...holla
THUG... LORDZ!
Lordz in this bitch
Regime
West Mafia niggaz
Yeah, niggaz man
niggaz, C'mon niggaz. Ha.

[Verse 1:
Check, my uzi a ton I hits 'em up an I run
I'm loco, I keep a guns in the lo-lo
I'm Tut of the hood
everytime I drop a record dog
Shit I bring it to the gut of the
An I ain't never down, so don't test me dog
Cause I'm a nut, an a Smif-N-Wesson pressed in pause
all these faggot ass rappers keep yappin they
Yeah they the shit 'cause when they see me just crap in they drawers
yeah that nigga 50 he hot, but I heard a snitch
And he ran up under that white boy, I heard he's a
An I ain't him in the hood, no where in the Valley
No House of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of them
Heard he copped his and 'Big O' tires in the hood
Surrounded by police, wearin wires in the
Heard they ran him outta New York, and he's comin to
No glocks and cigs, just lots of
Eh nig, your rap career will not outlast Pac and
Yeah you fuckin wit kids that ain't scared of the bricks
You in there, four-fifth kick dead in the
Thug Lordz'll have ya hit, split in a 6, c'mon

C-Bo]
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a motherfucker for war
never snitch
never
never quit my click was heaven wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin money like a motherfucker ready for war
we'll never
flip
never quit my click was heaven wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip holla..

2: Yukmouth]
Yeah..
If the boss wants you dead, then it's off wit ya
a bitch nigga that talk to the feds
'specially a nigga that walk wit the feds
to award shows cause niggaz bout to him some lead
You niggaz think the coast is just Dre an Xzibit
They aiight, but pay attention Thug Lordz handle they
We the realest from the to the Village
Make the niggaz feel this
Make the sargent want to us
Regardless Godzilla will you nigga
I twist ya cap like a Slits malt liquor for that slick nigga
If ya nigga gang bang, crip walk nigga
Wearin a big chain will get ya ripped off
We the Thug Lordz bitch
After all big like Mount Rushmore, you don't want war bitch
That'll get you pistol whipped an
You lucky I wasn't on Face shit, I destroyed it
You run like Forrest Gump in Air Forces
Cause our guns like torches, bustin from drop Porsches
Or the Ferrari, hotter than a hot tamale
The holla..

LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a motherfucker for war
we'll snitch
flip
never quit my click was heaven wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip holla..
LORDZ!
Gettin this money a motherfucker ready for war
never snitch
never
never quit my click was heaven sent wit to
hit when we dip holla (they holla)